He dreams of you, calls out your name in anguish
And starts up from his slumber—(To Joseph.) Did I not
Chide you this morning for’t? And now to-day;
When all Jerusalem is in an uproar,
To-day he’s not with me, not at the market,
Where I bade seek him, since he never came.
He is with you, and ye—ye are alone!
Mar.
Then sure it is not she; it is himself!
If any remnant-doubt still gave me pause